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Chapter 6

Hermione woke smelling lavender and firewood in the air. She opened her eyes to see that the fireplace in Draco's room was lit, the room was warm, and she shifted in place. The bed was indeed comfortable. She looked down at Draco's arm that was still lying across her abdomen. She slowly moved his arm and stood up in the bed.

She wondered what time it was and who had come in to light the fireplace. She wondered when they would both be summoned back to their dormitory. Her mind wandering she began to think about her classes, had she gotten all of her books? Had she remembered to memorize all of her lesson plans for the year? She had been so sucked up in the wedding she had completely forgotten to—

Hermione stopped cold when her eyes fell on the bedside table across from Draco. The contraceptive potion was there, glass broken, liquid contents dried on the table. She let out a small scream.

Draco woke with a start, a look of alarm on his face.

"Bloody hell! What is it?"

Hermione said nothing, she pointed to the table. Draco rolled his eyes. Gathering the blankets around himself he rolled over in bed. Hermione shook him to get up.

"Draco! I need that potion! I need it! We must get another one, I can't-

"Calm down will you!" He moaned, exhaustion in his voice. "You can take it in a couple hours, ask mother to make you another one."

Hermione fell silent. He was right, she'd panicked for nothing. Narcissa had to have the ingredients for the potion around the mansion. She probably had a lifetime supply, Hermione rolled her eyes at the thought.

"And where exactly do I find your mother?" Hermione grew impatient when Draco didn't respond immediately. She shook him again. "We have to be back at Hog—

"Honestly!" Draco sat up abruptly, surprising her. She clung to the blankets. He rolled his eyes and stepped out the bed, pulling his boxers on and walking to the other side of the room. He waved his hand and a dresser flew open, he rummaged for a minute before finding pants. He pulled them on then returned to the bed. Without warning he took her arm and dragged her out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Hermione yelped still clinging to the blankets.

Draco rolled his eyes and released her arm. "I'll find mother, you get dressed and meet me downstairs."

Hermione gasped. "Draco I don't have any clothes! What am I supposed to—?

Before she finished he had stormed out of the room waving his hand at, clearly uninterested in her misfortune at the moment. She groaned, and got up to roam through his dresser.

….

Narcissa Malfoy gave her son a loving pat on the shoulder as he reluctantly took the potion she held out to him. "This is all temporary my son." She leaned in to him and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.

He rolled his eyes and stormed back to his bedroom. Stopping midway realizing his wife was already in the dining room.

She let out a relieved sigh when Draco held out the potion to her. She took it and downed it quickly.

Narcissa turned away from them and made her way to the table.

"Well now, breakfast is ready."

Draco still shirtless shook his head and walked off to his bedroom. Hermione began to walk after him but the growling from her stomach betrayed her.

"Come my dear, I didn't see you eat anything yesterday." Narcissa tapped her fingers on the table, and motioned for Hermione to sit across from her. "Come, sit."

Hermione nodded. In the clothes she'd found in Draco's room, obviously entirely too big for her, she pulled the sleeves of his shirt up her arms and began to fill her plate with the feast of food at the table.

Narcissa smiled and studied the girl closely. She wasn't at all what she'd imagined for her son, but she wasn't entirely tragic. She was just glad Lucious wouldn't be around interact with the girl. A mudblood in his home? Married to his son? He'd have killed her himself and burnt down the ministry if he could.

Narcissa sighed and sipped pumpkin juice. This was her new family. She frowned, looking around impatiently for her son to reappear.

…..

Harry stared at Pansy, frustrated with her, her voice, her presence, the rather pleasant smell of her hair and the feel of her next to him. He rolled his eyes at how much he enjoyed the scent.

"Pansy, you don't have to sit at the Gryffindor table with me, go on and find your friends."

Pansy rolled her eyes at him and cut a boiled egg with her fork. Harry frowned at the smell and her face as she put it in her mouth and spoke to him. "They are not here."

Harry sighed. He turned to look behind at the Slytherin table. He didn't see anyone familiar. He groaned. "Why don't you make new friends?"

"I'm trying to." She gulped down the rest of the egg and rolled her eyes at him. "I hate you too Harry, but I'm stuck with you, get used to it."

He groaned. "We don't have to be so literal."

….

Ginny and Blaise sat quietly waiting for Draco and Hermione to return. Smiles were planted on both of their faces, the night before had been a pleasant one, they had both enjoyed it very much.

"Do you have Qudditch practice today?"

Blaise nodded slowly. "Later today, and you?"

Ginny's eyes flew around the room to the clock on the wall. "In just a few minutes actually, where could Hermione be?"

Blaise shrugged and stood. He was going to be late to his first potions class if he didn't leave soon, Draco and Hermione had the class with him. He wondered where they could—

With a pop, the couple appeared in the living room. Draco swayed a bit, releasing Hermione's hand and stepping away from her. Giving Hermione an annoyed look he walked past Blaise into his bedroom.

Ginny ran to Hermione giving her a hug.

"Oh Hermione! You looked so beautiful yesterday, how did—

She stopped short, realizing Hermione was staring at Blaise in embarrassment.

"Oh right…we'll talk later…" Ginny collected herself and leaned down to grab their bags. "I fetched this from your room, you'll be late if you don't leave now."

Hermione nodded taking her bag. She gave Blaise a small wave and left the room with Ginny.

Once they were in the hall Ginny erupted in questions.

"Where in the heavens have you been?! Was it awful?! Was Narcissa there? Gods, you looked amazing. Aren't you hungry? We can head to the Great Hall, I know they're—

"Ginny, please." Hermione gave her a strained sigh and began to walk faster away from the dormitories. "I'll be late."

Ginny walked faster to keep pace. "I know but Hermione how can you—

"It was fine, really." Hermione blushed thinking back to the events that had transpired the night before. "Unexpectedly…fine."

Ginny nodded slowly. "And—and now, what took you so long t—

"Breakfast…with Narcissa."

Ginny nodded slowly again. Falling silent she took Hermione's hand. Hermione let out a long breath.

"I'm alright, it was awfully awkward…and a bit uncomfortable, but I managed." She patted Ginny's hand and took hers away. "Go on, you'll be late for practice."

Ginny gave her a small smile. "I bet you're thanking the Gods for those potions." Hermione gave her a confused look and Ginny motioned to Hermione's neck.

Hermione blushed deeply, slapping a hand over the bruised spot. Ginny roared in laughter and ran off to the Qudditch pitch.

A/N: Promised you all two chapters, so I whipped this one up really quick. I have an interesting plot developing that will cause some friction between Blaise/Ginny, I know they're cute right now…but that's no fun right?! I love writing Harry/Pansy, I need a fic just for them. Plenty of drama and romance for Dramoine ahead, stay tuned and review!